Epiphany Poem by Jack Smith

Epiphany



New York City cried for us yesterday,
And I got drenched in her tears.
When my glasses got blurred by the water,
I removed them and wiped off the raindrops,
And I discovered that I could vividly see all the colors then.
I began to understand why.
And it was ironic.

Friday, September 30, 2005
Topic(s) of this poem: city,ironic
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